Homer Clapp

Edgar Lee Masters (1868–1950) · 1915

iambic pentameter · 19 lines · from Spoon River Anthology

Often Aner Clute at the gateRefused me the parting kiss,Saying we should be engaged before that;And just with a distant clasp of the handShe bade me good-night, as I brought her homeFrom the skating rink or the revival.No sooner did my departing footsteps die awayThan Lucius Atherton,(So I learned when Aner went to Peoria)Stole in at her window, or took her ridingBehind his spanking team of baysInto the country.The shock of it made me settle downAnd I put all the money I got from my father’s estateInto the canning factory, to get the jobOf head accountant, and lost it all.And then I knew I was one of Life’s fools,Whom only death would treat as the equalOf other men, making me feel like a man.

Words in this poem

bade
A form of the pat tense of Bid.
rink n.
The smooth and level extent of ice marked off for the game of curling. [Scot. renk, rink, rynk, a course, a race; probably fr. AS. hring a ring. See Ring.]
went n.
Course; way; path; journey; direction.
stole n.
A long, loose garment reaching to the feet. [AS. stole, L. stola, Gr. stall. See Stall.]
spanking a.
Moving with a quick, lively pace, or capable of so doing; dashing.

Definitions and etymologies from Webster's Unabridged Dictionary, 1913.

About this text

Homer Clapp is in the public domain. This text is taken from Spoon River Anthology, Project Gutenberg ebook #1280; the transcription's header, footer and licence were removed and nothing else was changed. You may copy, print and reuse it freely.

Cite as: Edgar Lee Masters, Homer Clapp, in Spoon River Anthology (1915), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #1280, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/masters-spoon-river/homer-clapp.html, id L07791.

Form and metre

Homer Clapp is 19 lines in a single stanza. The metre is iambic pentameter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 76%). 83% of its stressed syllables fall where the metre puts the beat. The lines average 9.8 syllables. 6 lines end on an unstressed syllable, a feminine ending. 53% of the lines run on without a stop at the line end.

See other poems in iambic pentameter.

Measured by Laurel's pipeline, not copied from a handbook: how stress and metre are counted, how rhyme is lettered, how a drifted rhyme is found. Where the dictionary cannot confirm a rhyme the letter is withheld, not guessed.

Rhyme words, stanza by stanza

The word that ends each line, lettered by the rhyme it makes; a dash is a line whose rhyme the dictionary could not confirm.

  1. 1 A------------A-B-B- gateA · kiss · that · hand · home · revival · away · atherton · peoria · riding · bays · country · down · estateA · job · allB · fools · equalB · man
Scansion, line by line

Each line with its syllable count and the stresses the words themselves fix: / stressed, ˘ unstressed, · a syllable the word leaves free and the metre decides. Read against iambic pentameter. How this is done.

LineSyl.Stress
Often Aner Clute at the gate8/˘······
Refused me the parting kiss,7˘/··/˘·
Saying we should be engaged before that;10/˘···˘/···
And just with a distant clasp of the hand10····/˘····
She bade me good-night, as I brought her home10··········
From the skating rink or the revival.10··/˘···˘/˘
No sooner did my departing footsteps die away13·/˘··˘/˘/··˘/
Than Lucius Atherton,6·/˘/˘˘
(So I learned when Aner went to Peoria)12········˘/˘˘
Stole in at her window, or took her riding11····/˘···/˘
Behind his spanking team of bays8···/˘···
Into the country.5···/˘
The shock of it made me settle down9······/˘·
And I put all the money I got from my father’s estate15·····/˘····/˘˘/
Into the canning factory, to get the job12···/˘/˘˘····
Of head accountant, and lost it all.9··˘/˘····
And then I knew I was one of Life’s fools,10··········
Whom only death would treat as the equal10·/˘·····/˘
Of other men, making me feel like a man.11·/˘·/˘·····

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